“When I was alive, I believed—as you do—that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said ‘one o’clock’ as though I could see it, and ‘Monday’ as though I could find it on the map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as…
The maiden is sent to seek out the unicorn. Smooth and sudden as a flight of birds, she enters the maze of dappled shadow and he comes to her, gentle as a rose, caught in her hair, woven into the web of her mind, multiplying softly within her.
— In Pursuit of The Unicorn, by Josephine Bradley.
[Artwork by Nobuteru Yuuki.]
when our paths cross,
my heart beats an impossible rhythm
that only echoes your name
through every chasm residing in my lungs.
[Artwork: Arthur and Guenivere, by Ruth Sanderson.]
Arthur and Gwen.